A Few Days on the Coast

It was a bit of a last-minute decision, but my wife and I decided to head out to the Central Coast of California this week to meet up with some friends, ride our bikes up and down the coast, and visit a few wineries. We ended up finding an Air B&B right on the water in Cayucos, California, a tiny town a few miles north of Morrow Bay and San Luis Obispo (some of you might recall that my son was accepted to Cal Poly and chose not to attend–a sore subject for another time).

We are hustling to get out of our house on the beach and back down to LAX, but I thought I would post a few pictures from our trip before we drive back down the coast.

Our view from the porch of our Air B&B. Yeah.

I am not going to lie, our first ride, which included about a half mile stretch at 18% (after a couple miles at 9%), was rough. Although my buddy Frank did not seem to mind.

One of our rides took us to Pismo Beach, always a fun stop.

Sea lions, elephant seals, and otters dotted the coast at just about every beach.

My first stop in SLO is almost always at Stephen Ross, where…

…I get to catch up with old friends Steve and Paula Dooley.

This trip included my first stop at Booker. Incredible wines.

Our trip to Booker included a tour of the vineyards…

…and a visit with Eric Jensen, who was a lot happier (for a ton of reasons) than this pic seems to suggest.

It was also my first trip to Ancient Peaks where…

…Karl Wittstrom kept us more than entertained with his stories over lunch.

The sunsets in Cayucos never got old.

Our last winery visit was at Epoch which was, well, epic (sorry).

“Vacation” always seems to include a bit of “work” for me.

Our last night on the coast, we headed down to Morrow Bay. And even though the Kistler was not local, it was tasty.

Time to get back home to my Tesla….




About the drunken cyclist

I have been an occasional cycling tour guide in Europe for the past 20 years, visiting most of the wine regions of France. Through this "job" I developed a love for wine and the stories that often accompany the pulling of a cork. I live in Houston with my lovely wife and two wonderful sons.
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